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…And then the galaxies faded away.
…
You awoke with a gasp, gripping at your chest and struggling for air.
…Right. Back here.
You breathed heavily, letting the cool sensation of air fill your lungs again. It was dark. Dark and eerie.
Of course, this was nothing new.
Only Qwel knows how many times you’d arrived here after what you thought could only be described as dying.
You felt a growing pit of despair in your stomach the more time you had to think about what just happened. Your ears rung as you shakily stood, and a massive headache suddenly struck you. You let out a groan.
…Guess all there really was was to just try again, either that or go insane.
After all, you couldn’t talk with your companions forever. You’d run out of topics eventually.
Speaking of, where were they?
…Probably in the unfinished rooms section.
You sighed and walked to the left-most side of the room. You struggled with the door a little, but got it open eventually, and closed it behind you. The staircase was immediately encased in shadows. It was pitch-black.
It was kind of annoying in case there was anything you might accidentally step on and slip and fall and-
…Nevermind.
The railing was cold against your hand as you ascended the stairs, the occasional squeak of your hand sliding against the metal echoing through the shaft.
You pushed open the wooden door, nearly slipping, and it closed behind you with a loud thunk.
You squinted your eyes as you were immediately near blinded by the bright lights. Putting a hand in front of the direction of the light, you walked left again, turning around the “reception desk” littered with papers of all sorts. It would have had a hefty layer of dust on it if Tisha wasn’t so damn crazy about cleaning.
Your heart stopped.
“Hey Y/n! How’d it go?”
Your pupils shrunk.
“Y/n? You okay?”
Your breathing quickened.
“Hey, earth to Y/n!”
Your head pounded.
He tried to place a hand on your shoulder, but you jerked back. He stopped, confusion etched all over his face.
With shaky hands, you rushed away from the kitchen and knocked on the door to Poppy’s room.
Comeoncomeoncomeonopenrightnow!!
As soon as Poppy peeked open the door with a little “Hello? Who-” you squeezed yourself in and quickly shut the door behind you, shaking.
“Y/n?? Y/n what’s wrong?”
“Don’t let him in here. Please.”
Poppy’s eyes widened.
“Is there something wrong? Are you okay?”
You stayed silent. She let out a sigh, guiding you to sit on the bed and sitting beside you.
“What happened?”
Your face was pale and your expression cold and empty. You were the looking definition of hollow. It…honestly scared her a little.(Listening to Chaotic Bean Sim music “Day 5” while writing this LOLLL)
Poppy’s eyebrows furrowed, her expression one of nothing but concern.
“Twisteds…”
“Oh…” she sighed.
She raised her arms, holding them out to you.
“...Can I?”
You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. And it was comforting. It was warm. It was everything you needed.
The tears began to drip, soaking into her pink dress, and after the first few, you couldn’t stop yourself from pouring out the rest.
Poppy had no idea what had happened, she had no idea what was currently tearing your mind and sanity apart. She had no idea who you were even talking about. But she stayed there. For you. Just for you.